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in tears checking my messages
I got goosebumps all over my skin
She said 'Mouse
I highly doubt that I'll ever see you again
Hope everything is well kid

me, Not Once
 
Ay let me speak my piece of mind
My music is in my speakers played on rewind
I mix my shit at least three times
It is especially designed

Prod Makes Music
I'm Prod by the way

They be loving me cause I'm a rockstar
One of a kind fam I'm a lonestar 
Drifting around do it like it's Nascar

money with the soul on sleeve
Music over money with the soul on sleeve
I ain't lettin' dummies put a hold on me
I'm not thrilled by bills
If its a few

a goofy hitter
You a little bitch
But my music
You can fuck with that cause this right
Here a hit, born and raised from the streets
Ain't no cap cause gang

Love Us or Hate Us

Dirty

Love Us or Hate Us

2003

that's over these video shows is hoes, and that's what G sayin'
Rewind that back and replay it, if didn't quite get through your head
I don't bite my

Shit, drop money, and it ain't first
Nigga, y'all got tears with me
Fuck, y'all a little niggas
Y'all got shit, we ain't got no music video, y'all

A slight gust of wind blew over my head
And the candles were no longer burning when I glanced back up at the window
The street seemed even quieter now
I took

shoot a
Home-made video
Yeah
Spazz Spielberg, film directing lit
With me and you as the visuals, woah

So much ego that my id gets embarrassed
Woke up,

remember playing with one of my friends
We hid in paper bins, laid down plans and scared our nans
Getting fake cigarette blubblegums, it was lit
We even took

OVER ME
I loved looking at you from your side with the tattoo of your music note
You loved to sing my song while we were driving as per usual
I didn't

corn
I'm so violent and sick in the head
I can't tell if I want to kill my ops or fuck 'em
Zaza got me feeling like everything going to be alright

Get in Where You Fit In

Too Short

Get in Where You Fit In

1993

learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all

to music 
not listening to music cause 
I´M feeling like the art has been forgotten 
And it´s changed to be the same over and over 

For some time my mom has

all be single
My album comin out i air it out
Tryna handle my first little bit of clout
Im on broadway av filmin music videos you see me now
Im askin

by looking at his stomach it's assuring
Now I'm a head out, I could've gone louder
Robert your gold thinks you're a fucking Wi-Fi router
Eduardo's so

You know where to find me
For my dawgs yeah I got them all behind me
Want a milli in the bank with a dime piece
Chilling beachside by the palm trees

Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music

With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level

And get your snap chat Instagram numbers up
Enough trying to be lyrical you fuckin' up
You going over they heads, my nigga be simple
And cop you a chain,

music been cleaner than shining with soap
No ink on my body that just what I choice
Y'all sleeping on me but still fully clothes
Painting pictures while

time I drop a video it’s like a kings christening
My presence is felt every day like its fucking Christmas
Pick you up throw you away like a discus
Your

You’re now in it over your head
But don’t be scared
Trying to say my man gettin
When you know he ain’t dead

I’m getting mine, but I’m fittin’ to get more

Nigga run up get  served nigga  I’m too lit 
I ain’t gotta wait in a line nigga I’m too lit
Yeah i got money on my mind nigga I’m too
Aye im too lit I

Nigga run up get  served nigga  I’m too lit 
I ain’t gotta wait in a line nigga I’m too lit
Yeah i got money on my mind nigga I’m too
Aye im too lit I